Circus Bergoglio

The true symbol of Francis' pontificate: shallow, irreverent, and made of plastic.

I have published yesterday a post about the shocking pictures now coming from Rio, showing the most irreverent, stupid, desecrating way of distributing Holy Communion one could imagine.

What does this tell us? In my eyes, this is a sure sign that evangelisation is clearly dead in the church of nice. The Bishop of Rome does not “judge”, but he can certainly entertain. His travels, his messages, his public appearances all tend to the same: promoting a gigantic mass exercise in feeling good, clearly coupled with the cult of one person.

Not only the Bishop's Brazilian show, but his entire reign consist of the spreading of a “message” entirely based on feelings, in which everyone is good, everyone feels good, and everyone has fun with Francis; with the excuse of a casually mentioned Jesus who, unbeknown to the Copacabana crowd, taught that not everyone is good, to feel sorry for our sins is obligatory on the way to purgatory, and this life is rather a vale of tears, and certainly not a permanent amusement park.

It is obvious people who receive communion casually handed to them from a plastic cup can have no proper idea of what Communion is. It is just as clearly evident the Bishop of Rome is not interested in teaching them, either. He is not even interested in the basics. What interests him is the cult of Francis, a cult he has been aggressively promoting since March, and with some success among those who neither are, nor want to become, sound Catholics.

How Catholic were the – vastly exaggerated; hey, the hype must go on – crowds who chose to have a beach-cum-event-cum-pope day? How much do they know of Catholicism? How much do they care?

Still: in their perspective, there might be nothing wrong in that. Does Francis show he is less shallow than they are? Has he dished them anything else than the stupidest platitudes one can imagine? If even the Bishop of Rome is an intellectual zero, why should they feel encouraged to improve themselves and grow in the faith?

Cheap entertainment is what Francis offers them, and cheap entertainment is what they take. That at the end of it communion should be casually taken from a plastic cup like as many children at the distribution of M&Ms is only the consequence of this.

Say farewell to evangelisation, or even proper catechesis.

Say hello to Circus Bergoglio.

Mundabor

 

Posted on August 8, 2013, in Catholicism, Conservative Catholicism, Traditional Catholicism and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. I am afraid I have to agree with you on this. From the very day of his election people both in and out of the Church have had the thrill running up their legs about Francs and despite what many say, I myself said this is a Personality Cult and it was more style than substance and we are called haters. But strangely since WYD any in the Church and secular media have brought this up in light of his plane interview and now his actions against the FFI. IMHO this man seems to have an aversion to all tradition and we saw this with the beach ball and jersey at St Mary Major. Worse could have been elected but I think we could have had a better pick like Oulette or Ranjith or dare I say it Raymond Burke with the name Pope Leo XIV?

  2. “The true symbol of Francis’ pontificate: shallow, irreverent, and made of plastic.”

    Perfect! I would go even further and say we’re looking at the symbol of the whole modernist novus ordo religion…which, I might add, begets abominations like the WYD circus. Shallow, irreverent, and made of plastic….yup…that’s about right.

  3. If this is a circus, then the Bishop Of Rome is the most incompetent ringmaster any circus ever had!

  4. Our plucky Pope rides on a bus with other Bishops and he washes his own socks – BY HAND – so, we’ve got that going for us, which is nice.

    • I am told he also cooks his own food.
      One would would wonder if he likes to cook with fennel*
      M
      *in Italian,finocchio. A common word for faggot.

  5. I was perturbed at the choreographed adulation accorded Francis in Rio. Whenever I tuned in to WYD all I seemed to hear was cheerleaders yelling “Francisco”, but not many for Cristo. On the other hand, perhaps it wasn’t so surprising. The organisers and spotlighted singers appeared to be routinely middle-aged, stuck in the early 1980s, and performing for all they were worth to a captive multi-million audience. It must have been the stuff of their dreams. I can’t believe that the kind of soft-pop crooning made much impression on the youthful WYD-ers. I salute their patience in the face of such provocation. How many of them will last the course is another matter.

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